Adora has to cycle through a series of stumped, frustrated noises before she can form a response. "I mean, she raised us! And she said it was wrong, and dirty, and-- she'd know, right?"

Granted, Shadow Weaver never elaborated. But the unveiled disgust in her voice when she caught her-- the one time Adora's hands dared to venture, years and years ago-- cut too sharply to allow for any questioning. What else could she do but accept it as fact?